hospital beds:: remington leith au

[chapter fourteen]

it is wednesday. we leave friday. we are officially set to leave. on the inside, i'm screaming a bit.

to celebrate our leaving, remington and i are having a harry potter marathon in the media room, something we never took advantage of due to us always being in the music room. we are currently around the middle of of goblet of fire and honestly i'm not okay, because cedric dies soon. the part where cedric dies always makes me sob.

did i warn rem?

nope. who the fuck do you think i am if you think i'd have warned him?

he has his arm around me and i'm cuddled into his chest, my eyes flickering back and forth between the screen and the boy beside me. have i ever mentioned how proud i am of him? i think i'm gonna tell him that.

"hey, rem?" i mumble, looking up at him, "have i ever told you how proud of you i am?"

"no, i don't think you have"

"well, i'm extremely proud of you and how well you've done recently. i can tell how much better you've gotten and i'm just so incredibly proud of you and how much you've accomplished in the last few weeks. how much you've grown as a person since i met you. you're so, so strong." i ramble, staring at him lovingly.

he grins, looking down at me fondly, "it's all because of you, babe. its all because of you. and i appreciate that coming from you. thank you. and on that note, have i told you how proud i am of you, ma chérie?" he asks.

"no, i don't think you have, mon souris." i chuckle.

"oh, that's new. what does it mean?" he inquires.

"it means my rat." i giggle. really, it means my mouse. but i wanted to call him a rat.

"hey! thats mean." he pouts, his nose crinkling up.

"even though you were mean and called me a rat, i'm going to be nice to you still and tell you how proud i am of you."

"ah, now i feel bad"

he laughs, "its okay, you were nice before so it balanced out. i just want you to know that i'm proud of you and the progress you have made at dealing with your anger and everything. you have gotten so much better and worked so hard to get where you are." he says kissing my forehead lightly.

"thank you love. that means a lot, especially coming from you."

we focus our attention back on harry potter and its the scene. the dreaded scene. the one that, if i was a good girlfriend, i would have warned him about.

but alas i am not a good girlfriend.

"kill the spare." rings through the speakers, echoing around the room.

and so it happens.

cedric dies.

and i start loudly, and i mean insanely loudly, sobbing. violently. my entire body shaking with each new sob that wracks through me.

rem looks at me, immediately panicked.

"hey, hey, whats wrong? are you okay? what happened?" he asks, anticipating one of my mood drops that so often happen.

"c-ce-cedric!" i wail out "he was my favourite!"

"i know, love, it's okay. breathe. it's fine."

"i'm s-so sad! why did he have to die?"

"it's okay, ma chérie. im sad too. its okay"

by the time i have calmed down, the movie has finished and rem is slightly less concerned for me. he has learned the impact of cedric diggory on my heartstrings. i wipe at my face, trying to remove the tear stains.

he gets up and changes the movie into the next in order, and we continue our marathon.

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it's the next day. we have officially 24 hours left in this trash place. we are so excited to escape that we are literally helping each other pack. and, to make it even better, we're actually doing it the day before as well because of how ready we are to leave. we start with my things, as i have been here a shorter amount of time, so it wont take as long to get all my shit together.

we aren't even methodically packing at this point. we're literally just shoving things in my bags.

"dude, can you believe we are getting out of here tomorrow? i'm so excited" remington breathes out.

"did you just call me dude?" i ask him, feigning offence.

"i did call you dude, dude." he says with his stupid little arrogant smirk that he used to do all the time when i first met him. crazy to think it's been two months since then. even crazier to think how much has changed.

i gasped loudly, slapping him lightly with the t-shirt i had in my hand.

"hey!" he yelps, offended, grasping his arm as though i seriously injured him.

"you're such a wimp, buddy." i smirk at the fact that i called him buddy. im playing his game now.

"you didn't!"

"i did indeed"

he grabs my pillow and whacks me over the head with it.

"you did not just do that, you rat!" i say, my mouth agape at him.

"maybe i did." he says hitting me again.

"you've done-done it sir." i say stepping onto my bed twisting the t-shirt and then jumping down to the other side, where he is stood, cowering. a genuine look of absolute terror flashes across his face when i glance at him with an evil gleam in my eyes.

so, i run up to him and whip the absolute shit out of him with the shirt.

"ow ow ow ow!" he whimpers, holding his side

"you started this, you little bitch baby." i snicker, throwing the shirt into my bag and flopping onto my bed.

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we finished packing up rem's room and decided we were going to spend the night in the music room. are we allowed to do that? no, probably not. do we care? absolutely no fucks are given. we escape tomorrow, so why not?

we walk into the music room with all our stuff in hand. this is the last time we will ever come in here. in a way, its a bit bittersweet. its the place we fell in love, as cliche as it sounds. its been our safe haven the whole time we've been here. our little escape. as much as we want to leave this facility, we will definitely miss this room and all of the memories we have here.

we set up camp on the couch. we brought the blankets from our rooms as well, just to make it comfy.

we cuddled up on the couch. we haven't really said much since we got in here. we have just been enjoying each other's presence.

"look at us. we made it, and even better- we made it together. tonight's our last night. when we wake up in the morning, we officially are out of here. can you believe it, love?" i ask him quietly, reflecting.

"i know, we made it. in all honesty, ma chérie, i always thought you would get out before i did. i think it's fitting though that we get to leave together." he says kissing the top of my head.

"me too, rem. me too"

"i love you, ma chérie"

"i love you too."

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